Zxnseii ! - 95 Degrees (feat. FTB Ju) Lyrics

I met her in the A, tryna see what that be bout I ain't tryna f*ck right now, I need some
Mean mouth Always dream chasin' like I'm steady, bringin
Meek out Diamonds bustin' now, I'm tryna bring them
Freaks out Me and Juu up in the stu, we bout to tweak
Out two minute sex tape with the bitch, hope she don't
Leak out Lil brodie, high up off that Za, he bout to
Freak out 95 degrees outside, he pullin' jeans out
So many bad bitches callin' this a freak house For FTB, clear the room for I tweak out
Too many hoes in the room with their cheeks out I'm tryna have fun, but now I gotta bring
The beam out
Pick a side, you can't be choosin' late 223's hit him, gave that lil' nigga a
Boosie fade Lil' brodie jazzin' out his mouth, something like
He Rudy Gay Shot my shot and didn't score, I call that
Shit a booty play dropped em Cause we caught him at the red light
She kinda smart, I'm tryna see what that head like
A hundred thousand dollar walkthroughs, I had to flash ice
Bro been pumping gas off the block, check the last price
From band lab to the stuski Could've been my bitch, signed the record
Shout out Druski That lil' bitch dirty, tryna act like she
My booskie Dirty mask, Michael Myers, told lil' bro to
Get a new ski Smokin' on this gas, we ain't puffin' on
No Lucy I'ma hit the club with the guys and the tooties
I hear the cup, talkin' to me, sayin' leave
Me, you abuse me I'm with my side, bitch, out of them
Niggas, you gon' choose me? She pull up on me, tryna f*ck
She pull up on me, tryna f*ck, can you scoop me
Left, right, uppercut a bitch like I'm Bruce Lee
Saying that's her favorite song, but, bitch, I ain't Toosii
But what we got? Long clip like a banana
3MW stick to the mojo just like Tana I just poured a four or a deuce in a Fanta
Call bro Dwayne, he rock niggas like Nirvana Oh shit, I met Nirvana
Two men with this bitch, she tryna bring her mama
Glock, he pointed at his face, gon' heat him like A sauna
In the field like Fortnite, shootin' llamas And I ain't f*ckin' with the drama
Shorty got a whole lot of ass from her mom Bring them sticks out, bring them glicks out
If it's problem These thot bitches chillin' with my guys, tryna
Line them And no, she can't get in my pockets for a
Dollar I'm in the Plan B section, dancin' down the
Aisle She like a used car, steady runnin' up her
Mile It's too much weed in this blunt, bitch
I need a packer Let a dumb bitch say some shit, I'ma have
To smack her She's like, ooh, you a dirty old bastard
Ask the guys if I need her, I'ma have her Glock .45, sleight of hand, reload faster
Bitch, we ain't on the same page, different chapter